Mercurial

A snapshot, verbal

cut out paper
stars are pretty on my dress
made from old demin and patterned sighs
sunny warm summer days
full of milk and cream and overfed laziness
were never my thing
so why do I wish for it so often
in the baby cry whimper
slipstring of spring
spider webbing
all over me
I am dusty rusty old
and bored before
my rhyme even begins
cheap chocolate dollar store
coins used to rain on me
like diamonds but
the sky never opens anymore
the roses don't die anymore
and that makes me wonder
why I ever even tried
to hang myself with a daisy chain
all the rusted razor stains
seem to point up at my face
rounded like an egg
hovering over my body
all fleshy and ripe
lost sharpness
lost time
lost star
flicker
fade
skip rope
tip over
roll away
do anything
to avoid

missing lines
where the hurt can hide
from you
and your words
clicking away when
you can't sleep
and are comforted
by a far away voice
they called him a pumpkin
now he is just a man
I called him god when
I was a girl
far away
something waits for me
to come to it
maybe a lemon drop
sunshower maybe
a falling fading fire kiss
planted not on my lips
but on my toes
endings
are never easy
and they are never final
because well nothing is
everything changes
even this.

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

This is wonderful...you have brought together so many wonderful and interesting images, like a dress patterned with sighs, and missing lines where the hurt can hide...wow...this is truly a wonderful piece of poetry. I see this as a "massive" poem, just from the sheer depth of the language, imagery and emotion...one of those pieces that sort of causes you to hold your breath until the end and then let out a huge *sigh*. Remarkable write, my friend!

[Mystica]

Wow Ok um..... I feel like the worst poet the world has ever seen next to that.